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Three Years

J. Boyett

Bob didn’t really think the three girls were going to fuck him. But if they’d been three twenty-something males who’d knocked on the door of his isolated backwoods house after dark, he likely wouldn’t have invited th...

The Slop

J. Boyett

He spat his toothpaste into the sink, rinsed his mouth, then as he straightened saw himself in the mirror and froze. Yesterday he’d been in a public bathroom with mirrors mounted on all the walls, which had given him the c...

Togetherness

J. Boyett

On Christmas morning of 2020, in Morrilton, Arkansas, enough hatred was exerted in the living room of David and Nancy Dunbar, and in a focused enough manner, to raise a Krzllgian Fleshbeast and zap the whole family into its ...

An interview with art therapist David Gussak.

J. Boyett

A few weeks ago, I had some fun here dishing the John Wayne Gacy show in Las Vegas. Then someone calling him/herself LL posted a comment pointing me toward a website with lots of information about the show and I figured that...

Multiples – John Wayne Gacy at Vegas’s Sin City.

J. Boyett

And, in the Predictable Controversy Department, Las Vegas’s The Arts Factory is showing (and selling) the art of John Wayne Gacy, in a show called Multiples. (The actual location for the show is Sin City Gallery.) As of th...

Hank the Vampire

J. Boyett

Considering that I'm such a regular guy, it's funny how fortunate I've been in my friends—I belong to a little band that is unusual, both for our numbers (there are about twenty of us who have known each other for years), ...

A Meating of the Minds, or, Who Minds the Meat?

J. Boyett

My lover and I decided to stop using our bodies. Of course we had to keep using them—for things like breathing, eating, being alive—but we decided to stop using them when making love. “Because isn't it a spiritual th...